Familiar Branches

Underneath familiar branches I

Ponder and dwell on

the past

The years have taken

Taken their toll on us

We no longer breathe

so easily

In my mind I picture a time when

Things seemed straightforward and

clean

Under this mantle that once seemed so right

I'm afraid I'm

approaching the end

My tether worn down

My smile turns to a frown

Oh these

wounds become harder to tend

Under way the path has been rough

There's a

limit to what one can bear

The blows have left their indelible scars on

us

The future may well be impaired

In truth I dread to dwell on the

fact

That those limbs seem so lifeless and dead

Under this mantle that once

seemed so right

I'm afraid I'm approaching the end

My tether worn down

My

smile turns to a frown

Oh these wounds become harder to tend

Under this

mantle that once seemed so right

My tether worn down my smile now a

frown

Harder harder to tend

Harder harder harder to mend

Harder so much

harder

Harder to mend